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Another Faking Friday ….

11 Dec

Tulips 5

How many’s this? Twenty six? Twenty seven? I joined the Cheese and Wine Painting Club back in April when the first 3-week lockdown was extended, thinking I’d spend a few Fridays improving my painting skills. Now it’s nearly Xmas and painter Ed Sumner is still running it, because we’re still in lockdown. It costs a donation or it’s free for those that can’t afford to. This week it’s Tulip Fields by the Impressionist artist, Claude Monet. Still have a couple of hours work on this though. That’s tomorrow taken care of.

 

 

 

A Chance To Own One Of My Artworks

I have some small screenprints for sale, inspired by my drawings of the taxidermy collection at Swansea Museum. I have given these antique artifacts a modern twist by combining them with images of rubbish – old fruit nets, bubble wrap and plastic – highlighting the problem of human pollution and how it affects wildlife.

To buy my work on the Swansea Print Workshop site please click the image to the left and to see the complete image.

Inspired by drawings of the taxidermy collection at Swansea Museum. I have given these antique artefacts a modern twist by combining them with images of rubbish – old fruit nets, bubble wrap and plastic – highlighting the problem of human pollution and how it affects wildlife.

20 percent of the cost of each screenprint sold goes to support Swansea Print Workshop, which receives no public funding.

Ciaou Miaou

26 Apr

26 sparta

Greetings bald monkeys. Sparta Puss here. I have taken control of the pooter box while the apes are out. It’s been a while. The monkeys play with their pooters all the time. Anyway, lots been happening since I last addressed you. I’ve been hunting loads of rats and bringing them in and throwing them at the apes. They’re a bit thick and it took them ages to take the hint. There are rats in the compost bin. Idiots. Anyway,they went and emptied the compost and the biggest rat I’ve ever seen ran out! Too big for me – I scarpered up the wall and watched.

The she-monkey was hilarious. She tried to climb the wall too! And the shrieking! Oh if you’d heard her shrieking you’d have laughed as much as I did. Anyway, the male ape, give him some credit, dispatched the rat quickly, but then he buried it! What’s the point of that? It would have fed the three of us! And Little Ming too. I’ll never get the hang of these moronic monkeys.

The she-monkey has been smearing dirt into a paper book again and she claims that the grubby page above looks like me. Humour her, poor dear. It was when I was sitting on top of the boiler overlooking the garden, my favourite place, being menaced by some tulips. I bit them.

Ciaou Miaou

Sparta Puss

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